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The Burning Rose

The Burning Rose

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

the burning rose
in the middle of it all,
burns with a smile.
the sacrifice of love, passion, the betrayal,
the back stabbing, the agony, the neglect,
surrounds to burn.
deep into the marrow…

the pool is dry.
folks wait to see the end.
but will the end come?
the fire, burning with glee
eating up the flesh, draining the blood…

tear drops everywhere,
swimming in regret, bound by grief.
the freedom, thrown in the fire.
irretrievable..
the end is the revelation.

flames laughing, bud opens..
giving way to the new,
which still burns.
the fire now a cloak of protection,
from the emotions outside.
the price to pay…hangs,
burning alone in protection.

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

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Biography

My name is Brenda Bakomora Dokmah,19 years, from Ghana, West Africa. Currently a second year student at Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, Kumasi, Ghana, pursuing a four year bachelor of science degree programme in Real Estate. I really find buildings and construction works fascinating and I hope to contribute in that field in the near future.

More so, creative writing is what keeps me awake. My writings fall in many categories; life, love, social issues. Besides writing, I am an associate of Evolv.Africa, an organization which seeks to spear head total transformation of the African continent. My dream is to show the world my works. I strongly believe that where there is a will, there is a way. The thinkable is possible.

Brenda Bakomora Dokmah

Biography

My name is Brenda Bakomora Dokmah,19 years, from Ghana, West Africa. Currently a second year student at Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, Kumasi, Ghana, pursuing a four year bachelor of science degree programme in Real Estate. I really find buildings and construction works fascinating and I hope to contribute in that field in the near future.

More so, creative writing is what keeps me awake. My writings fall in many categories; life, love, social issues. Besides writing, I am an associate of Evolv.Africa, an organization which seeks to spear head total transformation of the African continent. My dream is to show the world my works. I strongly believe that where there is a will, there is a way. The thinkable is possible.

The Burning Rose

The Burning Rose

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

the burning rose
in the middle of it all,
burns with a smile.
the sacrifice of love, passion, the betrayal,
the back stabbing, the agony, the neglect,
surrounds to burn.
deep into the marrow…

the pool is dry.
folks wait to see the end.
but will the end come?
the fire, burning with glee
eating up the flesh, draining the blood…

tear drops everywhere,
swimming in regret, bound by grief.
the freedom, thrown in the fire.
irretrievable..
the end is the revelation.

flames laughing, bud opens..
giving way to the new,
which still burns.
the fire now a cloak of protection,
from the emotions outside.
the price to pay…hangs,
burning alone in protection.

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

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The Burning Rose

The Burning Rose

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

the burning rose
in the middle of it all,
burns with a smile.
the sacrifice of love, passion, the betrayal,
the back stabbing, the agony, the neglect,
surrounds to burn.
deep into the marrow…

the pool is dry.
folks wait to see the end.
but will the end come?
the fire, burning with glee
eating up the flesh, draining the blood…

tear drops everywhere,
swimming in regret, bound by grief.
the freedom, thrown in the fire.
irretrievable..
the end is the revelation.

flames laughing, bud opens..
giving way to the new,
which still burns.
the fire now a cloak of protection,
from the emotions outside.
the price to pay…hangs,
burning alone in protection.

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….